Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1887-04-22

for that church, yet she never omitted an op
portunity to do good whenever and wherever
she could or thought her mites were needed
She was buried on her sixty-flrst birthday, and
she and her husband had walked life's Jour
ney together nearly forty years, and they
were years fraught with happiness for both
and to this husband travelling down the shady
slope of lite she was helpmeet in its fullest
sense her counsel, always sought, was always
wise. To her children she was kind and
loving mother. Her son Charles buried his
wife over two years ago, who left little boy
for whom she has cared so kindly that "mam.
ma up in heaven" was hardly missed. She
also leaves daughter, Mrs. Kingsley King,
who will sadly miss her, and can not yet real.
izc how they can get along without mother.
Mrs. DeLong was woman who enjoyed life,
always pleasant, II smile and kind word tor
everyone. The poor found in her a friend;
always thoughtful of Others none went hun
CRY from her door. Her feet were swift on
errands of mercy, and she had an excuse for
the shortcomings of all not that she approved
of wrong doing, but thinking she could not
understand all, in the kindness of her heart
threw over all fhe mantle OF charity. She
thought of others first, herself last; and to this
one thing may be attributed one cause OF her
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could induce her to give up one care or duty.
1t seemed rs though she had much work to do
and only short time given her. She bore
her share of the heat and burden of life's day
without murmuring; reared her children with
Il loving hand; the heart of her husband had
fully trusted her and it may well be said, "She
did him good and not evil all the days of her
life. Her children arise up and call her
blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth
her"
o, ye who've stood beside dear ones couch
Day after day, and night that followed
night;
Who've watched the lamp of lite go slowly
And prayed, and wept, and strove to feel
twas right
Who've bowed at last beneath the crushing
Our grief can know.
The hands were such dear hands, and can we
The guiding clasp so full of warmth and
lOyel
The gentle acts they've done, the pain,
they've stilled
Are written on IL shining page above
'Tis hard to told them now in quiet rest,
And think It's best
The throbbng heart is hushed, but not the
deeds
Its thoughtful kindness prompted DER and
DER,
These will reecho through the passing years
While to our eyes they seem "A halo shed
Around our dead.
And as the DAYS go by, familiar things
VIII hallowed seem because she comes NJ
more;
And half-forgotten words and looks recall
The wife, and mother, who has gone before
All, strangely sad will seem earths Little
While,
Without her smile.
| And yet, we almost hear amid the gloom
\ tender voice that breaths in accent sweet
"Wccp not, that | am called from toll am
. pain,
: To lay my shcaves before the Masters feet.
In calm submission we would meet our lot,
And murmur not.
Why. with such useful paths spread out before
such varied schemes that through her fame
crept,
a She said a sudden and II last good-by
, And calmly closed her loving eyes and SLEPT
why she was taken when we need her 50,
= sometime we'll know!
: Beyond this earthly vale OF joys and pains
Il Beyond this home where death can enter in
: Beyond the strife, the tOilng, and the tears,
There is II land where comes no taint OF sii
J. She lwaits us there, and ON its border
X sweet
sometime Wen meet.
, o. a. X.